this is the next part of #36641


I closed my laptop and sat there with my coffee, trying to figure out just how I was going to do this. I mean, I was about to break the wedding vows that my husband and I shared together, but the more I thought about it he was actually asking me to do so.

I will admit, I was getting more and more turned on about doing this, I began to get concerned that what if my husband could not handle the fact that I had let another man actually have sex with me? what if he became jealous to the point of resentment? what if this one single act of infidelity turned my husband against me and all that we shared and loved about each other..

before this fantasy was ever brought up by him, or me asking him to share his fantasy, our sex was great, I mean when we first met and up until the night he went limp on me I could make him so hard just by showing him my pussy and asking him if he would like to have some of it, but feeling him go limp while inside me and then looking down and seeing his limp cock hanging between his legs, well, I must admit, I was hurt emotionally, I was feeling that my husband no longer desired the real "me", he was actually the one that was bored and it was me that was boring to him, he had conquered and succeeded and married me and could have me pretty much anytime he desired me, but for some strange reason he had this idea in his head that he would rather let someone else have his most prized possession and became bored with having me all to himself.

I opened my laptop back up and signed on and did a google search and went back and started to read more of the websites I had found a few days earlier., that is what led me to this website. I read a confession of a woman that was pretty much going thru the same thing but she looked at it in a different way than I had truly thought about.
she looked at it as the fact that she had her husband, her life mate, she knew without a doubt that he loved her as she did him. after several years of marriage he had approached her about this very same subject, she claimed that her and her husband talked about it for months on end before anything was actually ever done, she said that she asked question after question after question to her husband trying to figure out why it was that he wanted his wife, his love, his life mate, to have sex with other men.. she said that he could never give her the answer she thought she was looking for and that all he would ever say to her in response is how much he loved her and would do anything for her but he could not explain in words why he felt so strongly about her doing this.

she said that she never really wanted to do it for him in reality, and had no idea how to go about doing it until one day she was at a coffee shop and the guy behind the counter had openly flirted with her and it put her brain to work and she wrote a note for this man and handed it to him on her way out and did not look back. she told herself that if this man wanted her sexually then she was going to give herself to him, after all, her husband had been begging her for months on end to let another man fuck her, she had his permission to do so, so what could be so wrong about having a little fun. the guy in the coffee shop was the first man she had sex with besides her husband in 14 years, she claimed it was nothing short of incredible.



I kept reading and doing my own form of research, taking mental notes of all the things I read that turned me on about this and I was quite surprised at what some of the women had done to their husbands concerning their obsessions with this particular fantasy. I opened my email to check it and other than the mostly spam that was there was an email from an old high school friend I kept in touch with over the years and below that was a very surprising email from my husband! in the subject line were the words "ABOUT LAST NIGHT'. I opened it, I read it very slowly, I determined that he was trying to explain to me in words how he truly felt and what drove him inside to want me to be with another man..

he reassured me over and over again that I was the only woman he loved, I was the only woman he desired sexually, how he would never want to be with anyone else, he tried to explain how that when he would see other men look at me or talk to me how he would get jealous, but not anger inspired jealously, he said it was so different than that, he said it was like an instant arousal to him, he confessed to me about imagining me with someone else over and over again, then he said something that actually convinced me and right then I decided I was going to give him this fantasy, at least one time, I was going to make sure that he got what he was wanting and more! in the next paragraph, the more I read, the more wet my panties got!

he began to tell me that I have what every man desires, I have a pussy, he explained to me that if a woman sets her mind to it, she can get a man to do whatever she wants just for him to be able to have some of that pussy. he told me that I was a beautiful creature of gods creation, how he knows men look at me and want me sexually. he told me to think about in my mind the times that i was not in the mood, or said that i did not feel like letting him have any of my pussy in our past, he told me to now imagine that whether or not that he was allowed to have my pussy should be completely my decision, he went on to explain that he wanted me to have complete control of when and what he is allowed to do sexually and how he wanted me to use the fact that he wanted me in complete control of what he does or does not get to do and he wanted me to use my body and my pussy to make sure that he understood that I am the one in control.

the significance of letting another man fuck me, he said, was to show him that I did not have to have his cock, that his cock was not the only one available to me and that I could get some cock from any man I chose to be with, the significance of having another mans cum in my pussy is the "proof" to him that someone else has fucked me because he will know that he did not put that cum in there!

in the last paragraph of the email, he stated that if I honestly intended to do this with my friend, for me to do it because I want too, not to do it unless it truly turns me on, for me to not do it just to satisfy him, he told me that he loved me tremendously and that I was now in complete control of him sexually, whatever I chose to do or who I chose to do it with was my business and my business alone, he did not want to know who my friend was personally, did not want to meet him, did not want to see him, he said that as long as I never had a sexual affair behind his back and never hid the fact that I was having sex with someone, then he would do whatever I wanted him to do. he told me that if I truly wanted to do it, then to have fun and enjoy my time with my friend and when the time did come that he supported me one hundred percent in my decision..


I closed my laptop and went to our room and striped and laid back on the bed and masturbated while thinking about Michael fucking me again. when I finished I got in the shower, while showering the thought hit me that Michael had only ever seen my pussy shaven clean, my husband however briefly saw it as it was growing back out when we had just started dating and asked me to let it grow for him and I had not shaved it since.

I decided to shave and got my trimmer and razor and shaved myself entirely clean except of course for the hair on my head and on my arms. later as I was cooking dinner as my husband was due home in a little bit, my phone chirped with a text, it was Michael.

hey sweetheart, my cock
has been hard all day from
thinking about you and I was
wondering if we are still doing
this?

my response.

oh yes Michael, we are doing
this. I need this more than you
can imagine.

Michael

I have to go to work later
can you meet me at the
restaurant we used to eat at?
about 6? I will be sitting
in my truck waiting for you
and you can park beside me.

me,

sure thing, see you then!


my heart was racing, I got flushed and nervous, got butterflies in my stomach, it was a little after 4 now and my husband would be home by 430, that gave me not much time to figure out how to do this without my husband knowing what I was up too.

I went to my room, thank god I had already showered, I opened my panty drawer and there right on top was my husbands favorite pair of panties, the little hot pink thong that went with the pink top. well I grabbed them and dropped my robe and put them on, I opened my closet and found some slacks, just normal loose fitting slacks, nothing that would draw attention, I knew Michael would not care what I had on as he threw it on the floor. I put on a plain white blouse. I tried to look like normal for my husband and it worked as my husband kissed me and asked "whats for dinner".

after dinner we were sitting in the living room watching the tv and I kept looking at the time and when it got to be about twenty minutes to six, I told my husband that I was going to go to walmart to get a few things we needed, he simply said ok..

I walked into the bedroom and fixed my hair, my husband knows I will not leave my house without fixing my hair, lol.. and I walked out and closed the front door and I could feel the wetness in my panties. my husband was sitting in there watching tv and I was on my way to let another man fuck me and to give my husband what he had been begging me for months to give him, my pussy full of another mans cum..

I got in my car, I drove to the restaurant, I found where Michael was parked, he actually has an suv not a pickup truck. I parked beside him, he got out and came and opened my door, I got out and stood facing him, I kissed him on the cheek and told him it was so good to see him, I asked him if he was hungry, he looked at me and said yes, I am hungry for you, as he reached and opened his back door I saw the backseats laid down in his suv and blankets and a couple of pillows.

I slid in and slid over as he slid inside behind me, he looked at me and began to kiss me and to whisper in my ear how badly he wanted me, how badly he had missed fucking me, how badly he wanted to feel my lips wrapped around his cock, I felt his hand push past my waistband of my slacks, felt his hand over my panty covered pubic mound, he continued to kiss me as he masterfully took his middle finger and slid my panties over and slid his finger in my soaking wet pussy, I moaned loudly in his ear! I reached down and felt of his rock hard cock thru his pants and I knew right then I desperately wanted this man, this man wanted me, this man wanted me for who I was, this man wanted me because I turned him on, not because I started talking about another man fucking me, this man, my old friend, Michael, wanted to fuck me because he missed fucking me, he missed my lips wrapped around his cock, he whispered in my ear how badly he wanted to bury his cock in my sweet pussy! his cock that was as hard as a rock and longer and thicker than my husbands, throbbing and pulsing and Michael could not wait to get his cock inside me, my husband on the other hand had not fucked me because he truly wanted me for months, he was driven by the idea of his fantasy and not filled with lust and desire for his wife as this man who was at that moment fingering her pussy and who's rock hard cock was about to be in my pussy!

when it was over, we dressed, we got out of the suv, Michael opened my car door, standing on very weak legs I kissed him and told him thank you as I had really needed to be fucked like that. he asked me if I wanted to do it again and I told him I would be in touch, as I drove away I could feel his cum oozing out of my pussy and running down to my ass, my legs were still trembling as I pulled in an empty parking lot stopped, put my car in park and I began to replay what had just happened in my head.
for the last 45 minutes or so, I had voluntary spread my legs and invited another man between them and the more I thought about it, the more and more it turned me on, I felt no guilt, after all my husband wanted me to do this and from the time I had contacted Michael all I could think about was his cock and how he loved to fuck me, add that to the fact that somewhere inside me I was actually incredibly turned on as Michael was pounding on my pussy knowing that I was doing this for my husband, for the man that really truly loved me for who I was and what I meant to him, not because of what was between my legs, it turned me on so much that I remember begging Michael to fuck my married pussy, I remember grabbing his ass and pulling his big cock deep inside me, I remember begging him to cum in my married pussy, I had not told Michael anything about this fantasy, not one word, as far as Michael knew, he was fucking me because I was bored with sex with my husband, he just thought he was fucking a married woman, I told Michael that I wanted him to cum inside me so I could go home and sleep next to my husband tonight with his cum in my pussy!

I got my phone out and I sent my husband a text message that said:

DO NOT RESPOND TO
THIS MESSAGE. NOT ONE
WORD!

MY PANTIES ARE SOAKING
WET AND MY PUSSY IS
DRIPPING WITH CUM FROM
ANOTHER MANS COCK!!

YOU WILL GO TO OUR ROOM
STRIP NAKED, LAY BACK ON
OUR BED AND WAIT FOR ME!

I pulled in our driveway, shut off my car and sat there for a minute or two, I was so nervous, actually scared at how my husband might react in reality to the fact that I had just had sex with another man. I reached down and slid my hand inside my slacks, my panties were very wet and the tiny thong had not done much to hold Michaels cum inside me, my entire crotch was wet, even my ass where the cum had oozed down there on my way home, I put my finger between my pussy lips and I was extremely wet and sticky as well as the outside of my clean shaven pussy. my husband had never left cum in me like that. I wiped my finger on my panties and took a deep breath and opened my car door, got out and went in the house.

the house was quiet, I walked into the kitchen and got me a drink of water and walked down the hallway toward our bedroom. when I pushed the door open, there laid my husband just like I had told him to do, on his back, naked, we did not speak, I know I was scared of what might happen in his mind when reality sat in, and I had no way of knowing what he was thinking at that exact time. I walked past the bed and went into the restroom and upon looking in the mirror it was pretty obvious that something had happened, my hair was all over my head and I failed to notice that my blouse was not buttoned correctly, but what I noticed the most was the fact that the crotch of my slacks had a big wet spot on them, they were tan in color and the wet spot was of course darker and very noticeable. I could actually smell the scent of sex coming from between my legs, I could smell Michaels cologne, I reached down and touched that spot and yes it was damp and wet, a thought came to my mind and although I did not know why, as I had never thought any thing like this before, it turned me on even more. I left my clothes on!

I took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom, I noticed my husbands eyes following me as I walked around to his side of the bed, stopped and stood right beside him, I noticed that he was looking at me from head to toe.

"this is just how he left me" I said.. "can you tell I have been fucked?", I noticed his cock beginning to swell from its flaccid state. "let me see if I can help you to better understand what your wife has been up to for the last hour."

this is what I told my husband:


I met Michael at a parking lot of a very popular restaurant like he had asked me to do, only thing was he was not there for us to have dinner. instead, he opened the back door to his suv and I saw the seats laid down and blankets and pillows, he motioned for me to get in, I slid over and he got in behind me and without a word being spoken between us he started to kiss me, he kissed me with passion and desire and lust for me, he whispered in my ear how bad he wanted me, how badly he had missed me, how he was craving to have his cock inside my sweet pussy once again. as he was kissing me he worked his hand into my panties and began to finger my pussy as I gasp in his ear, I reached down and felt of his cock thru his pants and his cock was so hard honey, I knew right then that without a doubt, this man wanted me, and I wanted him, any apprehension I had before actually meeting him was gone. this man was going to get your pussy. honey, at that moment that I felt how hard his cock was for me, not because of a fantasy, but this man, my friend that I had let fuck me many times, in fact I had been fucking him for over three years before I met you, this man wanted me for me, because he loved my pussy, not because another man had fucked me before him, but because he still desired me for the real me and not a fantasy! think about that honey, it made me feel wanted and desired, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my entire life honey!

I told him to stand up, he did, and I moved close to him, I told him to smell my neck and ask him if he could smell Michaels cologne, I then told him to unbutton my blouse and smell my chest and smell where Michaels sweat had dripped all over my chest while he was on top of me fucking me, I unhooked my bra and let it open up, I told him to smell my breasts, I told him to lick my nipples and to lick and taste Michaels sweat, he looked me in the eye with a look I had never seen from him, it was more a gaze, like disbelief, like he was so confused as to what I was saying, he was trembling, I reached down and looked down at the same time and my husbands cock was I think harder than it had ever been, the head of his cock was so hard and pronounced, his skin was so tight, his legs actually trembled when I touched his cock, my husband was in complete and total sexual bliss, he was somewhere in his mind that I eventually learned I could never go. I released his cock, I looked him in the eye and put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees as I gently moved very close to him and pushed his face to my crotch and to the wet spot in my slacks and told him to smell me, I told him to smell my pussy thru my pants, I commented on how he had never had enough cum to make my pants wet like that, I told him that Michael had so much cum that it had soaked thru my panties and my slacks on my way home, I reached down and un fastened my slacks and let them fall to the floor and instantly I felt his hands sliding up the back of my thighs as he pulled my crotch to his nose, I began to get so incredibly turned on as I felt my husbands hands grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling my panties to his nose, he wanted to smell my panties, he wanted to smell me after Michael had fucked me, this was no longer fantasy and games, this was real!

I turned and pulled away from him, I turned so my back was to the bed and I laid back on the bed and I spread my legs as wide as I could, the look on my husbands face was one of bewildering entrancement!

he was now staring at my panty covered pussy, he could now see that I had worn his favorite pair of panties to have sex with another man, he knew that another man had taken them off of me to gain access to my pussy, he could see how wet they were, he could see that my entire crotch was wet with Michaels cum, he could see that my pussy was shaved clean, I could see his cock, so rigid and hard and knew at that moment that he would do anything I wanted just to fuck me.

I told him that I was not going to sit on his face and force him to eat my pussy and lick me clean like he wanted, I told him that what I wanted and that if he wanted to get his cock in my pussy he was going to slowly remove my panties and he was going to eat my pussy and lick me clean and clean up the mess that Michael had left for him on his own doing, to prove to me just how badly he desired to fuck me!

as his face lowered towards me and I felt his tongue touch my inner thigh and felt him begin to lick my inner thighs, working his way closer to my pussy, my thoughts were filled with pure and simple lust and desire for my husband, the fact that he loved me so much and was right now licking my pussy after another man had fucked me, at that exact moment when I felt him push his tongue in my pussy, I changed inside, this was no longer about teasing him about doing this, I had done it, I had told him to prove to me that he wanted this and wanted me by not forcing him to do it but making him do the actual act of his own free will if he wanted to put his cock in me, then he was going to eat me and lick me clean and he did not hesitate to do exactly what I had told him he had to do..

I came so hard that I squirted with my very first orgasm, my husband did not stop eating my pussy, he pulled me tightly to his face and just kept making me have orgasm after orgasm, I finally pushed his head away from my crotch, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, he looked up at me, he crawled up over me and I looked down and his cock was still rigid and hard, he moved up over me, he looked in my eyes, what I felt was something that to this day has still confused me, it was like we were looking in each others soul at the same time, he was reading my mind and I was reading his, it was like words did not even need to be spoken,

it was like we both understood each other completely and all was well with the world. it was like someone had welded the doors shut on our emotional bond that we shared together.

as he began to kiss me, I felt the head of his cock touch my pussy, he groaned as he moved his mouth to my ear, causing my mouth to be close to his other ear, I asked him, "would you like to be the second man to slide your cock in my pussy tonight?" he moaned and half way stuttered the words "yes baby, oh yes baby, I love you so incredibly much." I moved my hips gently and felt his hard cock slide inside me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, I whispered in his ear, "make love to me baby, make love to your wife, Michael may have fucked me but I need you to make love to me to assure me its ok"

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and whimpered in his ear as he made love to me, he did not ravage me or fuck me hard, he made slow gently love to me and even though he did not last but a few minutes, when he came inside me, it caused me to have an orgasm that seemed different than the rest, I cant really explain it other than to say that maybe this orgasm was caused by complete love and understanding and was on an emotional level that I had never been on. I have had many, many orgasms that were far better and stronger, and just earlier Michael had made me cum over and over again, but this one was different!

this was an orgasm built up on the basis of love and emotional bonding, not just from having my pussy pounded by a cock in the form of a sexual act without emotions, my husband collapsed on top of me and lay there for a few minutes before turning off of me, we moved around and put our heads on our pillows and laid there just staring at each other, neither of us said a word as we drifted off to sleep, when I awoke in the morning, he had already left for work.


to be as brief as possible about it, my husband had no idea just how Michael fucked me, he only knows what I told him after I got home, we never got to the part about describing what Michael had done to me. the only thing my husband seemed to want to know and see the proof inside me that I had in fact been fucked by someone other than him.

the fact that Michael had fucked me with such passion and desire, he ate my pussy until I was screaming, I sucked his cock for him, Michael got between my legs and with one swift thrust sank his big thick cock deep in my pussy and I felt his balls bump against my ass, he put my legs on his shoulders, got up over me, practically folding me in half and he fucked me like an animal, he sweat profusely and it was dripping all over me, I spread my legs so wide for him at times that I felt my toes on the windows and I wondered in my mind could people in the parking lot see my feet and know and hear Michael fucking me, I was so turned on that I did not care if anyone heard us, Michael was satisfying a hidden desire that had just come to light for me, I not only wanted Michael to fuck me, I needed him to fuck me!